When I turn into a fish, I am small and alluring. I have no shoes, and neither do I have clothes. I am not hungry, not thirsty, it is not hot, but neither is it cold. It is only soft.
When I turn into a fish, I am weightless. I see better, it is crystal clear and bright around me. I get a fishtail and fins, my lugns become gills. I breathe fresh water. I move suavely and